Poetry competition CLOSED 16th June 2013 7:09pm
WINNER
DiamondDustMirror (The White Rabbit)
DiamondDustMirror (The White Rabbit)
river of salt
Poetry Contest Description
give me the best sad poem ever!
I...Like sad and disturbing poems, so if you all could write one I will see who is the saddest, and message them is the win in two weeks! Try not to cry, Bye.
Also I am still in school and don't get out till 4:00 and don't get home till 4:30 so don't worry there still will be a winner. **MY SECOND COMPETITION*THEY AREN'T GOOD, SORRY*
(im out of school)
Also I am still in school and don't get out till 4:00 and don't get home till 4:30 so don't worry there still will be a winner. **MY SECOND COMPETITION*THEY AREN'T GOOD, SORRY* (im out of school)
My kitty Lilly
I have a kitty
lets call her Lilly
she once was so tiny and small
but then my daddy, oh so silly
hurt my poor Lilly
he tried to ride her that day
soon she grew wider
from what he put inside her
He would feed her fishies all day
I have a kitty
lets call her Lilly
she once was so tiny and small
but then my daddy, oh so silly
hurt my poor Lilly
he tried to ride her that day
soon she grew wider
from what he put inside her
He would feed her fishies all day
A dead memory
__________
Why does it feel,
As if deep in my heart,
A beloved of mine had died?
Why has my heart stopped and start?
It is real,
Yet no death can i record,
No one that i truly cared about,
Nothing is in my memory, stored.
Yet i cry as the catalyst starts to speak,
Bringing tears one after the other,
Soaking my clothes as i start to break down,
My tank and my shorts flood with salted water.
Maybe its me who died,
A long time ago,
When all the pain had started to make,
My self esteem go lower than low.
My thoughts murdered me,
Deep inside my head,
And i woke up, reincarnated,
After i went to bed.
The me that i was,
Before i knew such truth,
Cease to exist,
Yet i have no proof.
She took with her some things of mine,
Like that beautiful smile,
And shining eyes so sublime.
That silver laughter of pure joy,
That childlike giggle of glee,
Health that a horse would be envious of,
Now that i think about it, was that really me?
I cry of a death,
Waiting for her to return,
Though i know thats not possible,
This meeting's not adjourned.
Still i wait,
Believing she'll be back,
I mourn for her day and night,
Deep inside my heart so black.
She told me once before i went to bed,
While i'm off, get stronger, i'll be back,
I waited and i waited then i finally said,
She didn't come because, too much have i lacked.
So there i stand,
Training each day,
To tolerate cuts and taunts,
Always playing the prey.
The years past by,
And i forgot our pact,
Going through endless training,
I totally lost track.
Until i remembered,
In fact she's really gone,
The most bitter memory,
Stretched on for so...so long.
__________
Why does it feel,
As if deep in my heart,
A beloved of mine had died?
Why has my heart stopped and start?
It is real,
Yet no death can i record,
No one that i truly cared about,
Nothing is in my memory, stored.
Yet i cry as the catalyst starts to speak,
Bringing tears one after the other,
Soaking my clothes as i start to break down,
My tank and my shorts flood with salted water.
Maybe its me who died,
A long time ago,
When all the pain had started to make,
My self esteem go lower than low.
My thoughts murdered me,
Deep inside my head,
And i woke up, reincarnated,
After i went to bed.
The me that i was,
Before i knew such truth,
Cease to exist,
Yet i have no proof.
She took with her some things of mine,
Like that beautiful smile,
And shining eyes so sublime.
That silver laughter of pure joy,
That childlike giggle of glee,
Health that a horse would be envious of,
Now that i think about it, was that really me?
I cry of a death,
Waiting for her to return,
Though i know thats not possible,
This meeting's not adjourned.
Still i wait,
Believing she'll be back,
I mourn for her day and night,
Deep inside my heart so black.
She told me once before i went to bed,
While i'm off, get stronger, i'll be back,
I waited and i waited then i finally said,
She didn't come because, too much have i lacked.
So there i stand,
Training each day,
To tolerate cuts and taunts,
Always playing the prey.
The years past by,
And i forgot our pact,
Going through endless training,
I totally lost track.
Until i remembered,
In fact she's really gone,
The most bitter memory,
Stretched on for so...so long.
Anonymous
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MY FATHER'S DEATH / KADDISH
My dear father passed from complications of Parkinson's Disease
In the world G-d created according to his will
My father had Parkinson's for the last twenty years
My the name of G-d be exalted and sanctified
My father was a righteous man
Blessed and praised may be the name of the Holy One
My mother (of blessed memory) nursed him for twenty years
May our prayers and supplications be acceptable
He died alone in a hospital bed at midnight
May we be deserving of ample sustenance and salvation
My mother and I walked to the hospital in the pouring rain
May we have help, comfort and refuge
To find the shell of a man had been left behind
May there come abundant peace from heaven
He was buried in Montreal, many people came
We beg for redemption, forgiveness, atonement
We lit a red votive candle which lasted seven days
May G-d bring us relief and salvation
We sat shiva for seven days, prayers in the evening
G-d, why did my father have to suffer so long?
People came to offer their condolences
May He who makes peace in His High Places
My mother wept only when no-one saw
Grant us peace for us and the whole world
His stone has been standing for so long now
May his great name be exalted and sanctified
A river of tears has been shed over that grave
AMEN
MY FATHER'S DEATH / KADDISH
My dear father passed from complications of Parkinson's Disease
In the world G-d created according to his will
My father had Parkinson's for the last twenty years
My the name of G-d be exalted and sanctified
My father was a righteous man
Blessed and praised may be the name of the Holy One
My mother (of blessed memory) nursed him for twenty years
May our prayers and supplications be acceptable
He died alone in a hospital bed at midnight
May we be deserving of ample sustenance and salvation
My mother and I walked to the hospital in the pouring rain
May we have help, comfort and refuge
To find the shell of a man had been left behind
May there come abundant peace from heaven
He was buried in Montreal, many people came
We beg for redemption, forgiveness, atonement
We lit a red votive candle which lasted seven days
May G-d bring us relief and salvation
We sat shiva for seven days, prayers in the evening
G-d, why did my father have to suffer so long?
People came to offer their condolences
May He who makes peace in His High Places
My mother wept only when no-one saw
Grant us peace for us and the whole world
His stone has been standing for so long now
May his great name be exalted and sanctified
A river of tears has been shed over that grave
AMEN
Misplaced
Your gone
I can't follow
I wish i could
I miss you
It hurts
Why aren't you here?
You don't understand
I know to much
I will never resent your innocence
But rather preserve
That which i love
And turn my inner demons
On myself
Your gone
I can't follow
I wish i could
I miss you
It hurts
Why aren't you here?
You don't understand
I know to much
I will never resent your innocence
But rather preserve
That which i love
And turn my inner demons
On myself
Anonymous
“Collateral Thoughts”
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For every bad guy
we bag,
more innocents die,
yet we cry,
“Hell yeah!”
Where does justice go
when the scale
tips too far out of whack,
we have another
another attack,
the bits are down?
So sanitized,
we theorize
it’s all worthwhile
when it doesn’t
effect the cause,
a global war on terror.
And, how do
our mothers
feel about
such deeds.
Bits & pieces
of their own children
lying on pristine
killing-fields.
No less pain,
I’m sure.
http://dowackado.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/afghanistan_545575a.jpg
For every bad guy
we bag,
more innocents die,
yet we cry,
“Hell yeah!”
Where does justice go
when the scale
tips too far out of whack,
we have another
another attack,
the bits are down?
So sanitized,
we theorize
it’s all worthwhile
when it doesn’t
effect the cause,
a global war on terror.
And, how do
our mothers
feel about
such deeds.
Bits & pieces
of their own children
lying on pristine
killing-fields.
No less pain,
I’m sure.
Sad Plight of an Innocent Child
She is living in a concrete jungle
surrounded by a pack of wolves;
The street is her place of work,
the cardboard, her bed
on the cold concrete floor.
Every night she calls her Mom's name
before she lays down to sleep;
She prays to God to protect her,
and to keep herself safe at all times.
When will the suffering end
for this poor child who is clueless
on what's going on around her?
She doesn't even know
she is now an orphan,
for her parents got killed
while delivering her ransom.
She was kidnapped at age five,
and being exploited with other children
roaming the streets everyday
begging for money--
only to be confiscated,
at the end of the day
by their ruthless, without soul
predators - Satan's ambassadors
on this chaotic world!
Sometimes she goes to sleep
on an empty stomach--
worsen by the cracking of whips
clearly etched on her back -
such a pitiful punishment,
for not reaching her daily quota.
With tears in her eyes,
she wonders why...
Is there really a God?
Unfortunately that's a million
dollar question she can't count,
or should I say never again asked;
for she was found the next day
laying naked on the sidewalk,
brutally raped and murdered
by some sick and psycho drug addict!
She is living in a concrete jungle
surrounded by a pack of wolves;
The street is her place of work,
the cardboard, her bed
on the cold concrete floor.
Every night she calls her Mom's name
before she lays down to sleep;
She prays to God to protect her,
and to keep herself safe at all times.
When will the suffering end
for this poor child who is clueless
on what's going on around her?
She doesn't even know
she is now an orphan,
for her parents got killed
while delivering her ransom.
She was kidnapped at age five,
and being exploited with other children
roaming the streets everyday
begging for money--
only to be confiscated,
at the end of the day
by their ruthless, without soul
predators - Satan's ambassadors
on this chaotic world!
Sometimes she goes to sleep
on an empty stomach--
worsen by the cracking of whips
clearly etched on her back -
such a pitiful punishment,
for not reaching her daily quota.
With tears in her eyes,
she wonders why...
Is there really a God?
Unfortunately that's a million
dollar question she can't count,
or should I say never again asked;
for she was found the next day
laying naked on the sidewalk,
brutally raped and murdered
by some sick and psycho drug addict!
Anonymous
No Surprise Ending
You're so in love
so in love with me
I'm all you talk about, the one topic you can't let go of
and you give it so much, do so much work
that I'm left out
while you strut about happy
while I'm gasping for air and you're a vacuum
while I'm writing suicide notes
that sound like greeting cards
when you read them
while I'm crying and you leave
to give me peace
because there's absolutely nothing wrong with us
I try, in vain but there's no power in my words
I say stop, you hear go, no matter what
been trying to tell you, get across
that I'm giving up
every sad song I play these days is one too much
and you're still rocking- like we're still having fun
and I guess i'm gone, in the absence of you acknowledging my presence
seems the pretty boys who wiped my tears were more than friends
the ones who asked about my latest set list and were worried
the ones who read my recent poems and pulled my plug
woke me up to remember to live and love
stayed consistent with their "you're not Ok" responses
while you tell everyone how I'm gorgeous and witty
a genius, so creative, and great...at everything
and I've been packing for a good two weeks
while you hoover around the piles
smiling and singing, soulfully joyous
oblivious to the obvious
this song is mine and his
You're so in love
so in love with me
I'm all you talk about, the one topic you can't let go of
and you give it so much, do so much work
that I'm left out
while you strut about happy
while I'm gasping for air and you're a vacuum
while I'm writing suicide notes
that sound like greeting cards
when you read them
while I'm crying and you leave
to give me peace
because there's absolutely nothing wrong with us
I try, in vain but there's no power in my words
I say stop, you hear go, no matter what
been trying to tell you, get across
that I'm giving up
every sad song I play these days is one too much
and you're still rocking- like we're still having fun
and I guess i'm gone, in the absence of you acknowledging my presence
seems the pretty boys who wiped my tears were more than friends
the ones who asked about my latest set list and were worried
the ones who read my recent poems and pulled my plug
woke me up to remember to live and love
stayed consistent with their "you're not Ok" responses
while you tell everyone how I'm gorgeous and witty
a genius, so creative, and great...at everything
and I've been packing for a good two weeks
while you hoover around the piles
smiling and singing, soulfully joyous
oblivious to the obvious
this song is mine and his
Anonymous
Sadly
The part of me that would strive to answer every question
mend the next part broken in the ever unfolding tale, of us
it shriveled in disgust, dried up, because
I deserve more and I know it, which always make's it worse
The part that wished you'd cede and quell your ego
give me some leeway for the state we're in
fill the space you signed up for and give me truth
as it was when you created it, before it faded in reality's light
and the fronts were too hard to keep up
it ran, fast and hard towards away, in any of it's directions
left me drained and spent, entirely jaded
today felt the sting in reality's bite as what little remained
took form, then flight
and, I'm not gonna fight
I'll sit here until something makes sense
until something kicks in to break this wall
get me over the fence, I'll wait
it's sad you know all I gave and gave up
sadder still that I'm now numb enough
to see how dumb I was
killing self love
trying not to self destruct
because you've done enough
I've had enough
though it was never, ever enough
and now it's done
I wrote this poem when my boyfriend broke up with me over something I confessed to him about my past. In the end, we got back together after I had a terrible breakdown from various things I suffered after he left me. During my breakdown I wrote this poem while contemplating ending my life. It was a dark, dark time and one I am glad came to an end when my dear one came back to me. I do not think I was ever that sad before in my life... nor do I wish to know such despair ever again. Here is the poem itself.
- Forgive Me -
Forgive me.
My flowers are dead; my heart is going insane!
I fear I may follow them; I cannot bear my pain.
When I look in the mirror and try to remember,
Who that girl is that my sad eyes are looking at…
I want to take her in my arms and comfort her.
But, she is me yes she is just me, and so I can’t.
I remember in flashes things that were long ago,
Like fires in the night, which all light my way…
And I remember the winter, and the cold snow!
Where is my home and just how far did I stray?
I can’t find the path that my feet recall walking,
But I keep tracing the way as if it was still there.
I feel like I’m a ghost, and feel like I’m falling…
Then I know I am alive, and long for death fair.
Just to be at peace, to stop the pain inside of me,
To hear words of love spoken to me, not hatred!
I feel like I’m blind except I know I can so see…
Something sad, when alone I ever fall into bed.
I wanted it to be your hand that touched me so!
But you weren’t there and so I caressed myself.
How painful, is love, with a heart full of woe…
And how poor I feel, like I have lost all wealth.
Because I am alone, a little girl scared, shaking,
And no one is there to comfort me in the dark…
I am in Hell and so I am trembling and quaking.
Paying for man’s sins, which leave their mark!
Upon my heart, scarred by secrets and sorrows.
All I wanted was you to kiss me only one time,
Then kill me so we might spend all tomorrows:
Arm and arm in Paradise, a garden so sublime.
Is this the price of love; that all lovers do pay?
I would pay worse for you, and perish for you.
How can I find strength, to face this next day?
I cannot, for I am broken and all sad and blue.
Remember me, my love, in case I fade at last,
Like my dead flowers which I keep watering!
I pretend they’re alive; I’m trapped in the past.
Set me free, please, to be free of everything…
Except for you, for I love you and cannot live,
If I must live alone and perish in my agonies!
Was the gift of love such a hard thing to give?
I gave my love, and when I did I did so freely.
I love you still, so come for me before I die…
Take me home; take me back to a better age!
I didn’t remember the truth; how could I lie?
My memory was gone, and now my visage…
Is streaked with tears that I cry for what was.
Tell me you know and understand my heart!
Let me live again, with you, to hear the buzz,
Of laughter in your voice like when we met…
Before darkness tried to take me for its’ own!
I love you still, and I do not have any regret.
My flowers are dead; my heart is going insane!
I fear I may follow them; I cannot bear my pain.
Forgive me.
- Forgive Me -
Forgive me.
My flowers are dead; my heart is going insane!
I fear I may follow them; I cannot bear my pain.
When I look in the mirror and try to remember,
Who that girl is that my sad eyes are looking at…
I want to take her in my arms and comfort her.
But, she is me yes she is just me, and so I can’t.
I remember in flashes things that were long ago,
Like fires in the night, which all light my way…
And I remember the winter, and the cold snow!
Where is my home and just how far did I stray?
I can’t find the path that my feet recall walking,
But I keep tracing the way as if it was still there.
I feel like I’m a ghost, and feel like I’m falling…
Then I know I am alive, and long for death fair.
Just to be at peace, to stop the pain inside of me,
To hear words of love spoken to me, not hatred!
I feel like I’m blind except I know I can so see…
Something sad, when alone I ever fall into bed.
I wanted it to be your hand that touched me so!
But you weren’t there and so I caressed myself.
How painful, is love, with a heart full of woe…
And how poor I feel, like I have lost all wealth.
Because I am alone, a little girl scared, shaking,
And no one is there to comfort me in the dark…
I am in Hell and so I am trembling and quaking.
Paying for man’s sins, which leave their mark!
Upon my heart, scarred by secrets and sorrows.
All I wanted was you to kiss me only one time,
Then kill me so we might spend all tomorrows:
Arm and arm in Paradise, a garden so sublime.
Is this the price of love; that all lovers do pay?
I would pay worse for you, and perish for you.
How can I find strength, to face this next day?
I cannot, for I am broken and all sad and blue.
Remember me, my love, in case I fade at last,
Like my dead flowers which I keep watering!
I pretend they’re alive; I’m trapped in the past.
Set me free, please, to be free of everything…
Except for you, for I love you and cannot live,
If I must live alone and perish in my agonies!
Was the gift of love such a hard thing to give?
I gave my love, and when I did I did so freely.
I love you still, so come for me before I die…
Take me home; take me back to a better age!
I didn’t remember the truth; how could I lie?
My memory was gone, and now my visage…
Is streaked with tears that I cry for what was.
Tell me you know and understand my heart!
Let me live again, with you, to hear the buzz,
Of laughter in your voice like when we met…
Before darkness tried to take me for its’ own!
I love you still, and I do not have any regret.
My flowers are dead; my heart is going insane!
I fear I may follow them; I cannot bear my pain.
Forgive me.
October
I sink into an October mindset, the universe dissolving
into fragments of gold, brown, and red, and red, and red.
Caffeine stained days pass without hindrance, I’ll live tomorrow.
Eyes are the window to the soul, though when I look in the mirror
my pupils are always encased in a saturated darkness.
The sun doesn't rise in there,
and who can blame her?
I woke cold, with the door swinging comically wide open.
Relief, fear, anger, disappointment.
Him, again.
He comes when he wishes, sometimes unwelcome,
never caring too much.
Familiar. My familiar.
His chest rests sunken, the ship wrecked eternally,
no unearthing this one up from the corals.
Clutching a cup of tea with disconcerting strength,
he made eye contact with me, his irises alight.
"Go away, go away, go away"
And then he left.
They said with saddened faces, drooped with practiced ease:
"It's a normal stage of mourning, dear".
The months and years passed, and he never visited.
Come back, come back, come back
Gold, and brown, filtering out of the landscape,
leaving red, and red, and red.
I sink into an October mindset, the universe dissolving
into fragments of gold, brown, and red, and red, and red.
Caffeine stained days pass without hindrance, I’ll live tomorrow.
Eyes are the window to the soul, though when I look in the mirror
my pupils are always encased in a saturated darkness.
The sun doesn't rise in there,
and who can blame her?
I woke cold, with the door swinging comically wide open.
Relief, fear, anger, disappointment.
Him, again.
He comes when he wishes, sometimes unwelcome,
never caring too much.
Familiar. My familiar.
His chest rests sunken, the ship wrecked eternally,
no unearthing this one up from the corals.
Clutching a cup of tea with disconcerting strength,
he made eye contact with me, his irises alight.
"Go away, go away, go away"
And then he left.
They said with saddened faces, drooped with practiced ease:
"It's a normal stage of mourning, dear".
The months and years passed, and he never visited.
Come back, come back, come back
Gold, and brown, filtering out of the landscape,
leaving red, and red, and red.
